“I used to ride in my father’s rumble seat,” Dad told me while we sat at the bar in Loftus Tavern. As Dad drank a short beer and I sipped a Coke, I wondered what’s a rumble seat? He said, “It was a seat that hinged out of the back of the car; it felt… Read more »
“Tommy, get my bag,” My grandmother barked. It was February 1965, I was 11. ‘Oh, Christ,’ I thought. Slowly, I made my way through the railroad flat looking for Nan’s pocketbook. The gang box weighed more than my little brother, and when I heaved the thing up, I imagined Nan in the audience on… Read more »
Feel like getting in the mood for Halloween? Growing up in Manhattan, I took every opportunity I could to scare myself. I loved being spooked. I ate up every horror movie as a kid and listened to countless tall tales and read every ghost story on the planet. After all these years, there is only… Read more »
